Yeah, I was gone for four days. She recognizes me. She lets me know. (interruption) Well, she was mad on Sunday when I got back. She always is mad when I’ve been gone for four days. She comes and headbutts me in bed and so forth. Nah, she was cool. She demanded top billing so no dogs in this picture, just two pictures of me and Punkin. Then she demanded top billing alone, not even me. So I put her on top of the sofa and took a great picture of her. There’s three of them up there, just to let people know that Punkin’s still around and ruling the roost. But I ran the risk of death, according to the news report yesterday that you could die if you sleep with your animals. Punkin was right there on my shoulder. I’m alive today to talk about it.